Saturday, December 29, 2007
Thursday, December 20, 2007
This is something I've written about before, and probably will again, because it's a subject I feel passionately about. Right off the bat I need to state for the record that I am not pointing a finger at anyone specifically. Unless that person would be me, myself. (And I.)
Lily (her 3 year old granddaughter) called the other night to talk to Auntie Susannah about her elf, Pippi. After they had chatted for a while Lily asked to talk to me. Here's the part where I did a wrong bad thing--I told Susannah I couldn't talk to Lily right then because I was busy, and to go ask Pop. What was I thinking? What in the world could I have been doing that was more important than talking to my precious granddaughter? Making supper? Bustling about with some pseudo-vital task? How could I have had such skewed priorities? It would seem that in all my years of mothering I have failed to learn this one crucial lesson -- not to be bothered by the interruptions to my work because the interruptions ARE my work. How many sweet and tender moments did I miss with my kids because I was doing something I deemed too "important" to stop? "Not now..." "I'm busy..." "Go ask Daddy...." "Do it yourself...." This all falls into the general category of "BEING TOO BUSY". There's an epidemic of busy-ness, and it really bugs me. I've heard it said that you can define BUSY as Being Under Satan's Yoke. How many times do you hear (or say) "I can't because I'm too busy." ?? I firmly believe that God enables each person to accomplish the things He has given her to do each day. There is always enough time to obey according to His guidelines: God, spouse, children, others (in that order). People before things. Eternal before temporal. We all choose every single day to make the time to do the things that are the most important to us. I didn't make the time to vacuum before Bible study this morning. But I did somehow "find" time (oh look! time! how handy to have found it!) to sit at my computer and read my e-mail and two or seven blogs. So was I too busy to vacuum? Um..not hardly.And if I had chosen to set my alarm an hour earlier, instead of choosing to spend that time sleeping, I could have done both. I'm here to admit that sleeping in the mornings is rather high on my priority list. hmmm....what does that say about my character?I am not too busy to exercise. I am not too busy to take a class. I am not too busy to volunteer in my daughter's school. I have the same number of hours as anyone else. I don't run every day because it is not what I have determined to be the most important thing to me at that time. Is that screwed up priorities? Possibly. Am I a victim of some cosmic lack of available time? No way.We moms all have extra demands on us this time of year. Suddenly our work load has increased exponentially, with no reduction in the daily duties. But none of us is "too busy". It's all about choices. We each and every one of us will do what we determine to do with our time.I freely confess that I do not always make right choices. Could we just be honest with each other, though, and ban the phrase "I'm too busy" from our collective vocabularies?
Like Phoebe said in that one Friends episode, "Gee, I wish I could, but I don't wanna."
And Lily? Will you forgive me?
Friday, November 30, 2007
Monday, November 26, 2007
Poppy's first time holding C.J. - only took 2 weeks
Future bowling star?
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Thursday, November 15, 2007
I was talking to a friend today and he said that we did this in true "Bennecke-style" - by the seat of our pants. We always like a little drama. So Monday continued to be a pretty quiet day, not much happening. Then about 2:20 my water broke, so I called Steve to tell him to start on his ~40 minute trip home. No contractions yet. About 2:30 I called Steve to check his progress - Wayland - which is about 20 minutes, and let him know I was having some pretty good contractions by then. We hung up again. 2:35 - the next conversation with dear hubby "Where are you now? Shelbyville? Well, don't slow down. Actually don't hang up with me because I need to concentrate." Contractions were about 3 minutes and pretty intense. I did eventually hang up again to call our favorite Kalamazoo Sheriff and check if there were any po-pos between our house and the hospital that he could clear out for us. We got the all clear. Steve finally arrived at 3:00. Between cursing the manual transmission in the Honda and the horribly slow woman on Sprinkle, contractions were strong enough I knew I better cross my legs. Steve is having visions of delivering this baby in the car - which might be the end of our marraige! I counted the lights as I counted the contractions coming about 2 minutes apart and very intense. 3:20 - We made it, Steve does not need to deliver! I got up to the labor and delivery floor and informed them this baby is coming very fast, so I bypassed the whole check-in process. Got to the room - finally - nurse takes one look, "10cm and ready to deliver, get me some gloves, the doctor is still downstairs finishing a C-section." Steve finally figured out how to make it to the proper room after wandering around the parking garage, I think he was in relieved shock. 3:40 the doctor did actually make it up to the room to deliver a healthy baby boy!! TaDa!!
We are all doing well. We actually came home last night, so only a short hospital stay which was nice. Now reality gets to set in. Thanks be to God for a healthy, beautiful son.
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Sunday, November 11, 2007
"Be still and know that I am God."
Yes, it was 4 a.m. and I was awake because the night before I'd actually had pretty regular contractions that then just went away (second time this has happened). My back was killing me, and I was thinking to myself "what else can I do to make this happen." I was worrying because Steve is scheduled to go on a 4 day hunt to Illinois this week Thursday and I don't want to ruin this plan he's had for over a year, but I also don't want to do labor or new baby by myself. What could I do?
"Be still and know that I am God."
Unmistakable. This is not the kind of message that sits kindly on my ears for two reasons. First, being still. I had just walked a mile on the treadmill at 11:00pm trying to keep things moving. The day before I'd worked for an hour in the garden. I've been baking up a storm. Being still is not on the recipe for getting this baby out. Second problem is knowing that I'm not God. I can't think of too many days in my life where I haven't known who the God of the Universe is, but still try to be the god of my own life. Control, control, control, even in chaos I'm in control.
I think I have a couple hard lessons to learn, and I'm sure they won't be learned in a day. But the peace that I have now is amazing and all-encompassing. God is in control and I just need to sit back and watch the show.
"Come and see the works of the Lord, the desolations he brought on the earth. He makes wars cease to the ends of the earth; he breaks the bow and shatters the spear, he burns the shields with fire. Be stiil and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth. The Lord Almighty is with us; the God of Jacob is our fortress." Psalms 46:8-11
Monday, November 5, 2007
Sunday, November 4, 2007
Thursday, November 1, 2007
We went to Uncle Mav and Aunt Steph's house for trick-or-treating since we have no neighborhood and they have a very nice one. Rylee and their almost 2yr old son went to about 10 houses before Rylee decided it was time to be done. I'll have to admit I was a little disappointed because she only brought back a limited quantity of candy for me to pilage later. Actually, I'm not sure why we even bother to "do" this holiday as Gabby hates it and Ry is only moderately interested in anything that doesn't involve her sister. I guess it makes for a few cute pictures and a good excuse to eat more candy (as if I haven't been stuffing my face enough).
Rylee and Jacob the duck
We went for a great afternoon walk on the new property last weekend. I hadn't been out there since the leaves have changed and fallen since all the great white hunters have been out in their trees trying to kill Bambi's mom and dad. Our fall weather here has been fabulous and this afternoon/evening was perfect.As you can see, my children are not shy of the camera:)
This is the view from the area will may put the house. It currently overlooks a 15-20 acre corn field, but I'd imagine we'll have it planted to hay and in a couple years you'll see horses out there.More from inside the corn and beautiful Michigan fall colors.We went walking through the corn, which is no small task for a 3 1/2 foot tall person - the corn is about 10-12 feet high surrounding you and you just walk on the trampled stalks. Our goal was to get across the field to where one of the great white hunters had made the first kill. My brother Jason got a small doe with his bow. Rylee wanted to play in the carcass of course, Gabby stayed several feet back to be sure she didn't get any blood on her.
Not much need to explain. Just an awesome reminder of God's amazing beauty.
Saturday, October 27, 2007
Rylee and Gigi at the party
Gabby and Rylee with former babysitter Jennifer. Gabby was the flowergirl at her wedding
After about 100 pictures, Gabby was about done with the whole wedding thing.
Rylee's preschool trip to the local apple orchard. This is Gabby with our neighbor Clara.
Thursday, October 25, 2007
My current life:
1. Married happily (most days) for 7 + years to Steve
2. Live in Plainwell, MI which is actually only about 10 minutes from where I grew up. Yes, I know I swore I'd never return, but we've actually been here 6 years and I'm getting used to it. It is great to be close to family and there's no way I could handle being in Chicago. We live on a 10 acre horse ranch currently, but it's for sale because we just bought 67 acres a couple miles from here and plan to build.
3. Currently 2 kids: Gabby - almost 6 and in kindergarten. Rylee - 4 and in preschool. You'll hear more about them as this blog progresses I'm sure. It's amazing how two kids can come from the same two parents (yes, I'm sure they both were:) and be so different, but great! Third kid on the way - supposed to be a boy, but Steve's not convinced until he sees the package. Due Nov. 4th.
4. Still working as a large animal vet. About 80% dairy cattle and 20% horses. Usually I try to only work 4 days a week, but this backfires pretty frequently! I do love my job, though and can't imagine doing anything else.
5. Due to items 1-4, I have little time for anything else constructive:)